1. The essay title "Mi" is urgent

Among all the children in Yau Ma Tei Primary School, Sangsang is undoubtedly the most proud, because he is the son of the principal and can still live in In the school's thatched house. He is playful, lively and lovable. When his mother was drying her quilts and cotton-padded clothes, he thought: In such weather, what would happen if I put on all the cotton-padded clothes and trousers? He remembered that when he went to the city, he saw that the popsicle sellers were all covering their popsicles in cotton covers. He still couldn't figure out why the popsicle didn't melt when he was covered tightly with a cotton cover. The thought gripped him. Sangsang is easily entangled in some thoughts. (Actually, I had this idea when I was a child, but I never dared to ask or look for the answer. It was just that this idea kept lingering in my mind, and I didn’t understand it until I was in junior high school. Thinking about it now, I thought it was amazing at the time.) So, Sang Sang appeared in the open space in the middle of the classroom wearing a cotton coat and trousers, attracting everyone's attention. Sang Sang felt that he had become the center of everyone's attention, so he performed hard, not caring about the sweat flowing freely, until Bald Crane Came over and stole his attention. He stood awkwardly outside the crowd. Therefore, when Bald Crane's hat was snatched away and passed around randomly, Sang Sang not only took away Bald Crane's hat, but also blocked Bald Crane's way to grab the hat, and used tricks to delay Bald Crane and let Ashu hang up Bald Crane's hat. On top of the flagpole, he took his little revenge. From Sang Sang's strategy, we can see that Sang Sang is a very naughty and smart child. Sangsang's happy childhood life is nostalgic and sighing. Sangsang is both naughty and kind. After the performance, people were immersed in the great success. The bald crane disappeared, and Sangsang was the first to find the bald crane. Children's friendships grow up amid fights and conflicts.

Sangsang is childish yet mature, naughty yet shy. When Zhiyue's grandmother praised Sang Sang for being handsome, Sang Sang's uneasiness came from his attention to Zhi Yue. For the first time, Sang Sang felt that there was something wrong with her image. Before school started, he not only asked his mother to make him new clothes, but also washed himself in the cold river water. Beautiful emotions began to sprout in Sangsang's heart. 2. "She hid alone in the corner and cried sadly." Write the first sentence of a composition

A short girl with small eyes, withered and yellow hair, and her eyes are always dull. She is my classmate-Huang Juan!

Because of her poor grades, classmates in our class ignored her and often bullied her. She always accepted all this silently and accepted the unfairness of her fate. In fact, there is always a secret hidden in her heart, and few people can see through this secret except me. She - eager to make friends with us, eager to play with us.

Whenever I am having fun with a good friend, I will see a scene like this - she is sitting alone on a chair, watching the classmates in front of her having fun, but she looks very small. Very humble. She glanced at it for a few times, then closed her eyes. She lowered her head and was reading. Soon she raised her head to look at us secretly, and then quickly lowered her head. As if he was afraid that we would see him peeking at us. Her eyes were full of desire, and she longed to play with us.

Whenever she was detained by the teacher, the classmates in our class would always gloat and say: "She deserves it!" But she could only accept it silently. But I know that she is very uncomfortable. Whenever this happens, I will go to her side and say silently: "I'll wait for you at the door!"

And she is very worried. Thinking about others. I was on the sports team, and I had to go to practice in the last class every afternoon, and almost every time she would help me copy what the teacher said, and the writing was fair and beautiful. It can be seen that she writes very seriously. At the same time, she would help me copy my homework every afternoon, then put my schoolbag on her back, go to the playground to find me, and hand the schoolbag to me. Another time, when she was in detention, my umbrella was left at school. She would take my umbrella and go around to find me and hand it to me.

She is such a responsible classmate who loves to help others. But she is too timid. I hope she will be more confident and bold to be friends with us in the future! 3. A 600-word essay on failure in Minshui

This year’s autumn is particularly unforgettable, not because of the pleasant autumn colors, but because it made me know what failure is, and I also experienced the tears of failure for the first time.

At the sports meeting held not long ago, we even lost the tug-of-war event in which we could only take first place. We failed completely.

But we were not losers from the beginning. In the past two years, we ranked first in this project every time, so when the teacher announced a tug of war this year, we were fully confident of winning again.

However, the rules of this year’s competition are different from those in previous years. This year, three male parents and three female parents of each class are required to participate. However, one parent in our class is missing due to busy business, but we still have Confidence defeats the opponent.

The game started, and we were still the same as before, leaning against each other, feet against feet, leaning back, and then pulling back with all our strength. The teacher standing aside was also busy, shouting desperately "Come on, come on...", his face turned red. We worked together and after a lot of hard work, we finally got closer and closer to victory. We persisted, but at this time the powerful opponent showed his strength, and slowly, we were unable to do what we wanted. Teacher Tong’s whistle informed us of our failure.

We all cried, we cried for a long time, and we were all so sad. The teacher said that there will be another chance next time and that we should continue to work hard. But I still couldn't stop the tears of failure.

In fact, victory is what everyone wants to strive for. As long as we believe in ourselves, never give up, and work hard, we will have no regrets. Believe in us, believe in Class 3 (2)! We won’t let any regrets happen in the future! "Tears of Failure" 4. An essay titled "The Traces of Life"

The 1999 National College Entrance Examination Essay with Full Score All life on earth leaves traces in its growth and demise. The ferns in the ground turned into coal; the remains of trilobites on the stone slab were its simple epitaph. When a person dies as an individual, his memory also dies with him. In order to preserve these valuable life experiences, people often write them into books and pass them on to future generations. As a philosopher wrote in his last work: "This is the advice of the sentry who is about to leave his post to the new recruits who will replace him in the future. It is the last advice of the approaching old man." It is in the spread of such memories. , the river of history moves forward slowly. Now, in this era of rapid technological development, foreign research has discovered that human memory transplantation may be possible in the near future. Such an astonishing discovery makes people wonder. Forgetting the past means betrayal. In the history of civilization that has struggled with the forces of nature for thousands of years, human beings have made brilliant achievements and left behind many unsolvable mysteries. Whether it is Noah's Ark or the Dead Sea Scrolls, if memory can be transplanted, then the hardships, efforts, labor, blood and sweat of people for thousands of years will be vividly displayed in front of us.

Only by understanding the past can we better explore the future. Einstein, Newton, Marie Curie, celebrities with outstanding intelligence have even left their brains to be preserved for future generations. If memory can be transplanted, how many codes of life can Einstein's brain, now placed in the laboratory, be able to decipher for us? We long for, fantasize, and ponder. One cannot step into the same river twice. Everything is changing, everything is fleeting. After all, transplanting people's memories is a very subjective approach that even goes against the general laws of nature. In science fiction novels, people who are frozen for decades and then resurrected are often at a loss when faced with the unpredictable reality. Will the heavy past and memories give heavy wings to the innovative reality? Whether ugliness, greed, and violence will also be passed down to future generations, and how such "avant-garde" technology can be applied to the cause of human love and peace, is worthy of careful consideration. People are complex, and everyone's memory is like a vast starry sky. Those countless secret and reserved emotions cannot be copied after all. Although life only lasts for a few decades, it is by no means a dream-like disillusionment. As long as you pursue the truth, you will have eternal life. Life is not a burning candle, but a holding torch. We must burn it brightly and pass it on to the next generation. Memory, that's probably the case. Oh, traces of life 5. Write insightful compositions about what happened in the class

In the composition class this afternoon, the teacher did not ask us to write compositions as usual, but laughed*** The ground said to us: "Today we will take a test. It is a test for knowledgeable primary school students, but the test time is only 5 minutes. Be sure to read the questions clearly.

Please raise your hands if you want to participate. "As soon as he finished speaking, all the students in the class raised their hands in unison.

The teacher asked everyone again why they wanted to take the test. Some students said they wanted to challenge themselves, some said they wanted to see how their knowledge accumulation was, and some said they were curious... I made a secret decision on the side. I am determined to do well in the exam. This is a good opportunity for self-examination. Finally I got the test paper. I took a look at it and saw that it was not difficult at all, so I started doing it without thinking.

But when I didn't finish, the teacher announced that the time was up and said that no one was allowed to write anymore. The students couldn't help but say "ah".

But this was a dead order from the teacher, and we had to listen. We had to hand in the test papers reluctantly one by one. After handing in the test papers, the students were all talking about it. Some were arguing about the test questions, some were complaining about why the test papers were collected so early, and some were speculating on the purpose of the test... At this moment , the teacher actually started to report the scores.

The results of this exam were disastrous: only 8 students in the class got full marks, and 32 students got 0 points, including me of course. It turns out that this test only requires questions 2 and 3, and the final part of the test paper is clearly written. However, all the students who scored 0 points did more questions because they did not see this requirement.

At this time, I really feel regretful. Now I finally understand the teacher's good intentions. She originally wanted to test our habits and carefulness through such an exam.

Some people say: details determine success or failure, habits change destiny. I want to remember this exam far away and let the bad habits of carelessness disappear from me forever. 6. Hometown Miluo Composition

Hometown Clouds: Miluo River, Dragon Boat Festival

In my childhood memories,

It was a not wide river. In the dry season, the narrowest point is less than twenty or thirty meters.

It is a happy river. Every summer, under the bridge pier, it has always been a paradise for children. The river water is clear and the beach is soft. Even if you don't know how to swim, you can lie comfortably in the cold water and let the flowing water carry you far, far away.

It was still a sad river. Many years ago, she took away Qu Yuan, who had no talent. One day many years later, she also took away my two little friends, one of whom was the younger brother of the twins. . From then on, the young mind seems to understand what life and death are, and what is the empty path of humans and ghosts.

It is also an occasionally turbulent river. Almost every few years during the rainy season, the river water will overflow the high dam, greeting the towns, villages, and fertile fields along the way.

In my childhood memories,

The folks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are very honest and honest! During the annual Dragon Boat Festival dragon boat race, most of them were shirtless, rowing hard under the scorching sun, shouting, cheering, and shouting. Adults and children were so happy that they never seemed to know what troubles were.

Folks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are very honest! During the annual dragon boat race, they would indeed take the buns and rice dumplings they made by themselves and throw them into the river without hesitation, just for that distant legend.

In fact, the folks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were still very poor at that time. Every year during the "Festival", the young daughters-in-law have to go back to their parents' homes, and the gifts are often just rice dumplings, steamed buns, summer fans, and even mugwort. However, the smallness of the gifts will never cover up the joy of meeting and the joy of the festival.

Folks on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are very religious. Wormwood hanging in front of the door is indispensable. Even some superstitious "soul-calling" rituals are commonplace. In the hearts of ordinary people, they have always had their own gods, which have not changed for thousands of years.

Later, I don’t know when, many factories appeared on both sides of the river.

The river water became turbid day by day, and no one could swim anymore.

Many sand-mining boats appeared, digging holes into the river.

Later, most of the factories closed down or were quietly sold at low prices.

Organized dragon boat races began to appear, with a nice name: "Cultural platform, economic performance!" So many curious people came here and said it was "International Dragon Boat Race!" Among them, there are many The blond foreigner always ends up last, with his mouth wide open and a silly smile!

Until one day, I heard that a Korean ethnic group in the northeast had registered the trademark "Dragon Boat Festival".

And Goryeo's clothes are being snapped up by urban white-collar workers, Goryeo's roasted meat has become a "coveted" delicacy, Goryeo's TV series have become a veritable "tear gas", and countless kind-hearted people have shed tears for it. The tears are enough to form another Miluo River.

There is a "Quzi Temple" at a corner by the river. I remember the last time I went there was probably seven or eight years ago. It was a summer vacation, and I rode a bicycle there alone. I was the only one in the huge ancestral hall, and there was a dull gatekeeper who looked at me with curious eyes from time to time, who was also curious. I wandered alone in front of the statue and under the forest of steles for a long time. When I read "I took a long breath to cover my tears, I am sorry for the hardships of the people's livelihood!" I also felt that I didn't understand - the hardships of the people's livelihood. When I read "The road is so long that I will search for it from top to bottom", I was so excited that I couldn't help myself.

Later, I was away all year round and never celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival again. However, from time to time, news about the "Dragon Boat Festival" in my hometown would come. At the end of the report, I always mentioned that "it promoted the development of the local economy!" It is unknown whether the economy has developed. What we know is that, like other inland areas, most of the young adults on both sides of the Mijiang River go out to work, working hard for a living, bleeding and sweating; and those like me who have read a little bit are mostly wandering in unfamiliar places. On the edge of the city, I experience the hardship of life.

Occasionally, I will think of dragon boats, my childhood, and the clouds in my hometown. 7. That touch of blue, 800-word essay

That touch of blue

The blue sky is dotted with only a few white clouds. Blue and white contrast with each other, but the two simple colors are not the same. It feels monotonous, but has a different kind of elegance. In my opinion, the sky is magical. It changes every day. Every day is a different scenery. Every day is a new sky.

I cannot describe the vastness of the sky. Every time I think that the vastness and blue that I see is just a small corner of the sky, I am filled with deep shock. Although I already know it, Still have that emotion. Looking up, the blue sky above my head is just the tip of the iceberg... Looking into the distance, the sky is getting narrower and lower, and seems to be connected to the mountain peaks in the distance. It seems that standing on the mountain peaks you can touch the sky with just your hand. But I know very well that it is just an illusion. The distance, the distance... no matter how far away it is, it is the same. The sky is still broad, and this will not change. I am greedy, I want to have a panoramic view of the vast sky, I want to take a complete look at the sky, take a look at the sky that has gone through countless years, and take a look at the sky that has witnessed countless changes. But the fact is that I can't even see the blue of my city, let alone the entire sky.

In ancient times, there was a legend that Pangu opened up the world with an axe, and it was also said that the rainbows and clouds in the sky were transformed from the five-color sky-patching stones used by Nuwa to patch the sky. These myths and legends added a touch of mystery to the sky. color. It is impossible to trace the source of the sky, and there is no way to know it, or in other words, it is not too clear. For some reason, I have a strange feeling for the sky. I can't help but look up from time to time. Sometimes I can see the white clouds floating lightly. After taking in the panoramic view of the sky, I lower my head and continue to do what I am doing. Sometimes I will sigh.

When I was a child, I used to move chairs with my cousin, who was a few months younger than me, and lie in an open space and watch the sky. We could just spend an afternoon like this. However, at that time, we did not point to the clouds of different shapes and say things that were similar to them, as is often written in the book. We just looked at them stupidly, and occasionally had conversations like this: "Look, that one runs so fast. It was there just now, and here it is in a moment." "Yes, that one is not slow either." Sometimes they each designate a cloud to compete with to see who can run faster. Thinking about it now, we were really childlike at that time, but we were also full of fun. Nowadays, we are no longer the little ones we were then. We have fewer opportunities to be together, and we have lost that time. Is this a tragedy?

Perhaps it is a habit I have developed since childhood. I have to look up at the sky several times every day. But now it's not purely appreciation. Sometimes I sigh at it. Maybe it's psychological trouble. I always feel that it can soothe the emotions in my heart. The breeze blows, and my clothes flutter. Looking up at the blue in front of me, I really want to ride the wind back, but I don't belong there, and I don't belong to that blue.

As time goes by, the sky has not aged; everything in the world has changed, but the sky remains clear; as time passes, the love for the sky remains the same.

8. A 600-word essay on the failure of Minshui

Growth is a process, and I have learned a lot during this 15-year process.

When I was a child, the lollipop told me that sweetness is a feeling and it is beautiful; the light told me that even in the darkest place there is always a light; when I grow up, please tell me, This is a world full of love. Now, failure has taught me that success requires persistence, hard work and perseverance.

I have experienced many failures, big and small, in my life, but I have bravely walked through them all. But this failure made me more awake. It made me fall deeper in the way of a game.

Before I walked into the examination room, I was a winner with my head high and my eyes high. From the moment I crossed that threshold, I lost even more and came back miserably defeated. Results are like a mirror. Through the reflection of this exam, I can see myself more clearly and see the failed me.

This failure stung me like a nail; like a hammer, it woke me up; like a basin of cold water, it extinguished me; like an alarm bell, it woke me up.

Before the monthly exam, life is really cool. I sleep like Bajie in class, lively like a monkey after class, and idle like Santa Claus when I get home.

From the moment I saw the results, I understood that if you don’t work hard, you won’t succeed. It comes from failure.

Failure taught me that in order to succeed, one must undergo training. Throughout the ages, how many literati have affirmed this fact.

Mencius wrote in "Born in Sorrow, Die in Peace", "When heaven is about to assign a great responsibility to a man, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body before he can do it. It messes up what it does, so it is tempting to endure it, but it has been beneficial to what it can't do. When we are in the warm breeze, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. In the spring scenery, you will definitely be intoxicated by it; when you face the golden autumn season that is as golden as silver and full of fruits, you will definitely be overjoyed.

Have you ever thought that the lush spring is the heroic appearance after experiencing the baptism of severe cold, and the beautiful scenery of golden autumn is the crystallization of being smelted by the scorching heat. How come the plum blossoms smell so fragrant without being chilled to the bone?

When I read this article, I understood the truth of having to endure hardships to achieve sweetness. It comes from failure.

Failure told me: "Success comes from hard work and training." I told myself: "My stage is dominated by myself, burning and boiling blood, omnipresent, overwhelming, sharing all the joy, I Want my wonderfulness."

Let us spread the wings of dreams together, take advantage of the lessons of failure, and fly in the sky that belongs to us. Composition for the third grade of Baishan: Yao Ruoting Composition: How I want to tell the teacher "QQ, the Chinese teacher is invited!" The "little naughty" in the class reported to me.

"It's probably some kind of 'private tutoring' again!" I couldn't disobey the teacher's order, so I quickly walked to the office. As I expected, the Chinese language teacher corrected my composition and patiently pointed out the shortcomings of the composition... Alas, this happened not once or twice.

Perhaps because I am diligent and studious, many teachers are particularly concerned about me. They will show me any good books and let me do any good questions. From elementary school until now, I have received special treatment from my teachers.

Therefore, my classmates changed from admiring me to envying me, and gradually changed to ridiculing me and being jealous of me. I clearly realized that the relationship between me and my classmates was constantly alienating. However, the distance between me and my teachers was constantly getting closer. I tried to get close to my classmates several times, but they all ended in failure.

In the morning, as soon as the English test ended, the foreign language teacher patted me on the shoulder and said, "Come on, let me help you grade it first." I smiled happily.

Then, the students started talking and pointing behind their backs. "What are you arguing about? Your QQ scores are good!" The foreign language teacher felt sorry for me.

"I...I...forget it!" I said with a wry smile. The foreign language teacher didn't want to embarrass me and walked out of the classroom angrily.

"Hey! QQ, go! Why don't you go?" "Go! The English score of our class still depends on you!" Listening to these lukewarm words, I felt aggrieved. , I was ashamed, but I still endured the "little Doudou" that was about to come. In the afternoon, the English test paper could not be sent.

When I saw the bright red "97 points" on the paper, I couldn't smile at all, because I knew that the "storm" was coming again. Sure enough, when the foreign language teacher reported "QQ, 97 points, first in the class", the whole class was in an uproar, and then there was another "storm".

"With the teacher's special tutoring, a fool can become a genius!" "Humph, what's so great!" "If I had that kind of 'private tutoring', I would also..." I tried my best to cover it up His own ears, but the taunting sound still came in. I was hesitant, I was distressed, I was ashamed, I was at a loss. Finally, two lines of tears poured out of my eyes like spring water. The tears flowed on my face, dripped on the table, and splashed into my heart, soaking it. My heart... Composition teacher, do you know? How I want to tell you something: please give me less "love"! I don't need to have more care than others, please share the extra "love" with everyone! Let us have the same amount of "love" together! I am a failed girl. The wind will blow away the day, blowing far and far away, and the memory will only remain in my dream. I am a failed girl. I am sad. Why do those girls treat me like that? I can’t think of it. I understand why this is happening. The girls in the class are dissatisfied with me. I don’t know why. What did I do to offend them? They don’t understand me at all. What kind of person am I am? If you have any dissatisfaction, just say it clearly. Why are you behind my back? Say bad things about me? Maybe it's because some boys are friends with me and play with me, but they can't stand it.

But I have nothing to do with them, so you won’t be jealous. There used to be a girl in the class who played with boys for a long time, and most of the girls in the class didn't understand. In fact, playing with boys is not very annoying.

I beg you not to be so stingy and say bad things about me behind my back. Some people think that I have changed now, saying that I have boys fighting for me. Even if I do, you behave like this. Then if I tell you that some of them like me, wouldn't you call me cheap? I really want to argue with you, but I can't beat you. I can only rely on my own efforts to surpass you in learning. I don't care if someone likes me. I just want to tell you that I want to be good friends with them. If you Whoever wants to fight with me, I will always be with you.

I will not lose to you, just wait and see, stingy girls, ignorant girls. 9. An 800-word essay

Youth*Light Years

Feeling the coolness of autumn, my memories are like rotten leaves, those fresh and tender green have long been buried in In the early part of the time scale, only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale.

Now I am getting closer step by step to the dream we are pursuing together. Even if it is shattered into pieces, I will try my best to save it and use everything I have to exchange it. Close your eyes and quietly feel the noise and brightness of the world. The joy and happiness of the world are like clear streams, passing by in the wind and in front of my eyes. The warmth gushes out like spring water. I have no extravagant expectations. I just want you to be happy and not sad. Just like the warmth you gave me when I was lonely and helpless.

I still remember the time when I came to a strange city with my full curiosity and infinite longing for the future. Only in the days that followed did I realize how extravagant my dream was. The loneliness in a foreign land made me desolate and filled my heart.

I spent many nights curled up in bed alone, unable to fall asleep, thinking about inexplicable questions in my mind. The darkness was like a huge spider web wrapping me inside. Under the thick quilt, I felt good. Cold, I took out my mobile phone from under the pillow, but found that I didn't know who to call. So, he stuffed his head back into the pillow helplessly, retracted his head into the quilt, and gently hugged his knees, like a child, hugging himself a little tighter, then he wouldn't be cold...

Is meeting you a destined warmth, or is it a dramatic joke from God? Acquaintance, mutual acquaintance, what I am greedy for is your warmth. I feel like I am drowning and I have found a life-saving straw, and I don’t want to let go for a moment.

In this desolate light year, I can no longer find anything that can warm me. The destined desolation is like a ghost, following me like a shadow... Maybe I am too eager for the warm feelings, maybe I am too afraid of this raging season, and I long for a companion. The person who accompanies me makes me attached. After all, the warmth of family affection will penetrate into the bone marrow and into the heart... Therefore, I will never leave you...

I know that there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. I know that we will eventually be separated from each other, but why didn't anyone tell me whether the separation in the future would be so unexpected? It was too late to say goodbye, but it left the deepest pain in my heart.

In my life without you, do you know that I am no longer the helpless child who could only cry in front of you? I am no longer a girl who only confides in willful thoughts when she has something on her mind. I am no longer dependent on you. Isn't it me anymore? I don’t like talking but I talk the most every day. I don’t like laughing but I always laugh. Everyone around me says my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy. But why do I suddenly become silent in a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a figure similar to yours in the crowd? I forget to talk when I see the trees dropping their leaves crazily in autumn. I see the warm yellow color on the road as the sky gets darker. The light forgot its original direction. . . You said you want me to be happy all the time. Our dream is to be together happily for a long, long time. . . Haha, but I never knew that you were the best liar. Those people who once said they would never be separated are already scattered at the end of the world.

There is a kind of feeling that is always recognized as lovesickness when you have insomnia; there is a kind of fate that is always believed to be eternal after waking up from a dream; there is a kind of gaze that is always seen as attachment when we break up; there is a kind of mood. It is always after parting that I realize that I am lost. Between us, I can only say thank you, thank you for giving me the most beautiful warmth when I was young.

When tomorrow turns into today and yesterday, and finally becomes a day that is no longer important in my memory, I suddenly find that I have been pushed forward by time without knowing it. This is not a stationary train. Here, when crossing with adjacent trains, it seems that we are moving forward, but we are actually growing and becoming another ourselves in this matter. The only thing left is your warmth towards me and my long love for you.

If there is an afterlife, I gently tell myself: "At least once in my life, I should forget myself for someone, not asking for results, not asking for companionship, not asking for what I once had, not even asking for you. Love me. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years." 10. Write an essay called: XX shed tears

Mom shed tears

My mother is a teacher. In my memory, my mother is very strong. But once, I saw my mother crying with my own eyes.

That day, after school at noon, my mother was organizing students to get out of school. I asked my mother for money to buy colored paper. Because I had gone to several canteens at the school gate to buy things alone before, so my mother thought I should go there to buy things, so she gave me the money and went to see the students standing in line.

When my mother finished her work and saw that I didn’t come back, she went to the canteen at the school gate to look for me. However, she searched all the nearby canteens and couldn't find it, so she went back to school and asked the aunt in the mail room, and she also said she didn't see me. My mother was anxious and called my name while looking around...

I came back. When my mother saw me, she rushed over and slapped me in the face, shouting: "Where have you gone? You are everywhere." I’m so worried that I can’t find you,” my mother said as she pulled me into the car. Then he said, "Do you know? Just now I thought you were abducted by bad guys. If I can't find you, how will my mother live?" As she spoke, my mother's tears fell down. Originally, I felt aggrieved after being beaten. Seeing my mother cry, I know that my mother is "deep in love and full of responsibility"! I cried too, threw myself into my mother's arms, and said loudly: "Mom, I love you!"